...his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy. Though the dull brain perplexes and retards ; AliKniy hatli been the grave cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs ; But, in embalmed...

...often realises, and sometimes exceeds, the " green night " of Marvell, and woods and groves where " There is no light, Save what from heaven is with the...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways ; " but these are few and far between. The warm glow of sunset streams along hill and slope, illumining...

...realises, and sometimes exceeds, the " green night " of Marvell, and woods and groves where " Thoro is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways ; " but these are few and far between. The warm glow of sunset streams along hill and slope, illumining...

...48 Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards. But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain untains The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. (1. 1 -3) 64 A man and a woman Are one. A man (1. 32-36) 49 Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, (1....

...thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is...night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with...

...thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is...night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with...

...thee. Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is...night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with...

...and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: 35 Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with...

...described in Olympian terms. Instead, the distinguishing feature of this ideal world is that in it "there is no light, / Save what from heaven is with.../ Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways" and Keats has ventured there, "Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, / But on the viewless wings...

...most empathetic in English poetry. All the poet's senses are open, with the partial exception of sight ("But here there is no light, / Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown"), as women were formerly supposed to close their eyes while making love: hence, the implied androgyny...